"Is this where you entered the realm of consciousness?" Hexode glanced around the hillside, his gaze finally settling on the ground beneath his feet.

Silence nodded.

"I don't think that male will come again." It quietly opened a distorted door behind him, no larger than a finger, and then reached into it—it was soil. "Besides, once a God-made God begins to fall, it cannot be reversed. You're wasting your time."

"You can leave if you don't want to come," Seraxis said, unmoved.

"If I leave, who will take you away?" Hexode rolled his eyes silently. You've openly attacked Mask, are you deliberately trying to anger me? When the King reviews this memory, he will surely see the ubiquitous presence of the Lord of the Sky. Disobeying the King's orders, failing to report information, instigating… one could think of a stack of charges even with his eyes closed. If the King really sends other Dukes to deal with it, having the Silence Disaster, with top-tier combat power, by its side would at least provide a few more chances of survival.

Another hundred meters down, still soil.

"Whether I can leave is not important. And… just because you can't, doesn't mean Valkyris can't either."

Tsk, doesn't it realize who came up with the idea of finding Valkyris. "What if it can't figure it out?"

"..." Silence did not answer.

At five hundred meters down, one side of the distorted door suddenly turned into a cavity. Hexode adjusted the direction slightly, and his fingers quickly touched a mass of viscous fluid.

It had a hunch.

"Have you considered forcibly taking this male away with you?"

A flicker of light flashed in Silence's eyes, but it quickly returned to calm. "Taking him away might be possible, but keeping him alive would be difficult. You and I both know how fragile humans are. Before I can determine Valkyris's location, I can't risk it."

"Is that so…" Hexode said noncommittally. In any case, it couldn't let the other party stay here and be crushed into powder by the God-made God. This was for the clan, and for itself.

"Someone's coming." Silence looked ahead. "More than one."

Hexode immediately opened the distorted door.

Soon, three males appeared on the forest slope, including the soldier who had delivered the letter before—although there were more than when they first met, this number of people still did not pose a sufficient threat to the Silence Disaster.

"His Majesty has agreed to your request to meet." The leader walked up to them and said bluntly, "In a quarter of an hour, you can enter the realm of consciousness. But His Majesty has one condition."

He actually agreed to Seraxis's request. It seems that the human king is not all coward. "What condition?" Hexode asked.

"You must separate a certain distance and enter the realm of consciousness one after another. And non-Demon Slayers must wear this—" The person opened the briefcase and took out an iron bracelet.

A God's Stone of Retribution was clearly inlaid on the bracelet.

Hexode was immediately furious. It narrowed its eyes and said in a dangerous tone, "What does this mean? Do you think I will bind my hands and let humans slaughter me!"

Although the leading soldier looked fearful, he did not take a step back. "Magic is equivalent to weapons. It is customary to remove weapons during important meetings. This is not a form of imprisonment. His Majesty believes that you are here with important information, so he is taking the risk to return. That's why he doesn't want any accidents to happen."

"What if I don't agree?"

"You can leave on your own and stay away from the mountain during the meeting," the soldier insisted.

"Let's do this. We don't have time to delay." Silence looked at Hexode. "You can wait within your ability, just like the first time. I don't understand why you insist on coming here with me."

This guy… does he only understand if I say it myself! The Lord of the Sky was speechless. Wasn't it because its rationality had decreased significantly after seeing the Nightmare? It was a bit uneasy not to follow—after hearing so much shocking news, seeing Valkyris with its own eyes and ruling out that it wasn't a trap deliberately set by humans was undoubtedly a very necessary thing. Which side is this guy on?

However, before Hexode could discuss it further, Seraxis had already walked aside, closed his eyes, and entered a state of meditation.

Looking at the God-made God that was still rising behind it, it had no choice but to suppress its dissatisfaction and put on the bracelet.

This thing didn't seem difficult to disassemble with brute force. Humans probably didn't expect to capture it with the God's Stone, just to buy some time and prevent it from suddenly taking Silence into the underground.

And the two males following the soldiers… although they weren't carrying weapons either, Hexode faintly felt that they were not easy to deal with.

After waiting for a moment, Seraxis's breathing suddenly subsided.

Here it comes…

Hexode pretended to be nonchalant, raised his hand, and put the Five-Colored Magic Stone disguised as a ring in front of his eyes—

In an instant, a pillar of light as wide as a city wall appeared before its eyes!

The range of the light pillar was so large that it had to turn its head from side to side to bring its boundaries into view. In that instant, it even thought it was back on that island in the Bottomless Realm.

This is… the vast realm of consciousness that Silence described as being like a city?

It was starting to believe what the humans were saying.

With such amazing abilities, there might really be a way to unlock the secrets of the Divine Will War.

Hexode took a deep breath and then slowly closed its eyes.

...

"That's how it is. Mask activated Plan Number Two ahead of schedule. And because it was prepared, I can't be sure if it's still alive."

When the Lord of the Sky opened its eyes again, it found itself in a narrow room—from the King's standards, this room was not qualified at all. Silence seemed to be explaining the current situation, and sitting opposite it was Valkyris, whom it hadn't seen for a long time.

Seeing this Nightmare Duke moving again, Hexode had a feeling of being separated from the world.

"You're finally here," Valkyris nodded. "Come sit over here. The coffee's almost cold."

After experiencing so many incredible events, to still start with such a relaxed tone, it really was its style…

Since the start of the war on the Western Front, the three Dukes have finally gathered together for the first time.

Within the clan, this was also a major event worth taking seriously.

The only incongruous thing was the human sitting next to the Nightmare.

It had already heard his name from Silence—Roland, the King of Graycastle. He was also the biggest reason why the Western Front plan had repeatedly suffered setbacks.

But they were able to gather together precisely because of the other party, which made Hexode's heart quite complicated. During combat, they were always lacking this or that, but meeting behind the King's back allowed them to come together without missing a single one. It was truly ironic.

It took a deep look at Roland before sitting down beside Seraxis. The seat was very soft, almost making it sink into it, which had the meaning of something exclusively for rulers. The Lord of the Sky also noticed that there were already several empty paper cups on the low table—it had only entered the realm of consciousness a few dozen breaths apart, but the three of them seemed to have been talking for a long time.

Coffee… is that what Seraxis is drinking?

Strange, it shouldn't have any need for any "food" other than Ephemera.

"If I'm not mistaken, you have a thorough understanding of the current situation," Hexode suppressed his stray thoughts and focused on the matter at hand. "I didn't recommend Silence to explain it in person, because it would waste the little time we have, but it insisted on doing so." It glanced at the Nightmare slightly as it said this. "Once the God-made God falls, most of the human kingdoms will be destroyed by landslides and ground fissures. Escape is the only way to survive."

"How much time do we have?" Roland asked.

"No more than seven days at most," Hexode replied in a deep voice.